The Thievery Wish, Bugz Rox [autobiographies to read .txt] 📗

a thief, let alone the maker of the guild. And the second is in the Overground, a shower in a bomb shelter," I said.

"Why would you need a thief to get in then and what is the Overground?" Justin asked.

"Some ritual or another that bades a hostial person's entry and only allows in thieves and the people they trust enough to take with. As for what the Overground is, it is a long ago abandoned mansion, the guild bought it, renovated it and it has been the home of the thieves since," I answered, yawning.

"Okay, you guys are tired, there's an extra bed in Danny's room Carly, Jessie, Victory, that one you share. Mekhi, you Shad and Danny sleep in his bed. Justin, Sam, one f you can take my bed while the other can take Mekhi's," Zane said, snapping his fingers to make us hurry. Mekhi got up, grabbing my hand to help pull me up with Danny still in my arms.

We lead the way to Danny's room, the second bed had been mine whenever I was here but Danny and I always ended up on the same bed anyway. I am not a pedophile, Danny was practically raised by me so we stuk together. I layed down with Danny, thinking better of going to bed in what I wore I went to the closet. I picked out the pajamas that had gotten a little short on my growing lanky form.

"Watch him for a second, please," I said gesturing to Danny and Mekhi relaxed on the bed, not sure which one I had meant.

"'Kay."

I went to the hall bathroom, quickly undressing but still tucking throwing knives into the sleeves. The pink Hello Kitty pajamas were my favorite, even if I hated the color pink. The pajamas were as big a size as I could get so they were loose on my frame, but still were a bit short, making them ride up even when my arms were down.

I walked out of the bathroom, walking into a solid wall of muscle, I muttered a curse as I realized I had been destracted enough to be surprised. I rubbed my nose which had taken the brunt of the blow.

"Wow, finally admitting you're blind?" Justin asked as I strung a few more curses together in an intricate pattern that Justin raised his eyebrows at. "This term is completely overused, but you curse like a sailor."

I laughed, "You seem to have forgotten that I am a sailor. As will be shone promptly when we board the Insidiatoris Præda."

"The what?" He asked.

"It means 'The Bandit's Prize', that is the captain's ship," I told him.

"You said something about a bandit earlier, asking if we were going with a bandit," He said.

"No, I asked if we were going with the Bandit. He is amazing and sweet and calm and the perfect captain," I said, turning to go back to the room.

"'He is amazing and sweet and calm'? Yet he calls himself the Bandit, why is that?" Justin asked and I gave him the only answer I had.

"You will see the truth." I made my way to the bedroom, I could feel everyone's but Mekhi and Danny's eyes on my pajamas. Partly because Danny was asleep and Mekhi was too busy staring at Victory, and partly because they were used to my styles.

"Nice PJs," Victory muttered.

"Okay, switch-up, Mekhi, go cuddle with Victory, Carly, Jessie, you guys should come over here," I said, wacking Mekhi with a pillow for good measure. He lost his balance and fell off the bed with a thump, a priceless expression was on his face.

He got up grumbling about rude little sisters and where his friends said he should stick me. I ignored it as I motioned Jessie and Carly over. We lay on the bed, Danny and I one way, the Twins the other with their feet in Danny's and my faces.

"You know what? We never thought to ask you how old you are," Jessie said out of no where.

"You're right! Shad how old are you?" Carly asked.

"Seventeen," Mekhi replied from the other bed, obviously listening in. I heard gasps as Carly, Jessie, and Victory realized just how young I really was.

"Shouldn't they have put you in a foster home, or something?" Jessie asked quietly.

"They could not, I have been in jails since I was about eight, no big deal," I said.

"You're just a kid though!" Victory said.

"Yeah, how old are you again?" I said sarcastically.

"Twenty-two, that's old enough for prison, seventeen or eight isn't," She said seriously.

"Why couldn't they put you in a home?" Carly asked. I squirmed a bit from the question, it was a touchy subject for me.

"Guys drop it, you're making her uncomfortable, they coulodn't put her in a home because in the eyes of the law, she was never even born. No school, no homes, no birth certificate, nothing, so drop it," Mekhi said, knowing how much I hated the subject. We drifted into an uneasy sleep.

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